“Shut your mouth hussy!” Jax scolded her and Elise giggled.
Turning her attention back to me, Elise asked “are you sure you’re okay with this, Claire?” her shaky voice betraying her nerves.
“Are you kidding? You’re amazing, Elise. I can never repay you for this. Seriously. Thank you.”
“What about me? It was my connections…” Jax pouted.
“You too, Jax.”
“That’s better.”
“And, Claire, there’s no need to repay me. This is my thank you for saving me. Now, if you don’t need me, and by the look in Seth’s eyes you most certainly don’t, I’m going home to fuck my husband.”
“Elise! TMI!”
“Oh, fuck off, Jax. As if you haven’t said worse!”
With a shrug, Jax chuckled. “Or done worse.”
“Claire, congratulations. Talk to you soon. Jax, get your skanky arse in the car.”
“Yes, boss.” Leaning up on his toes, Jax pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I felt Seth’s growl reverberate through his chest.
We watched them go, and once they were in the car, I focused back on the man I was wrapped around. “So, you going to take me home so we can celebrate properly?” I rumbled against his neck before nipping at his earlobe.
Seth didn’t answer. Instead, he turned into the hulk as he ripped open the door and dropped me in the passenger seat before tugging the seatbelt across me and buckling me in. Once he was satisfied I was sufficiently restrained, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me towards him before crushing my lips in a bruising kiss. When he pulled back, his cheeks were red, his breathing heavy, and his pupils dilated.
“I’m going to celebrate you so fucking hard; I hope you don’t plan on walking tomorrow.”
Seth slammed the door shut and raced around the car. I had a feeling he wasn’t kidding, and I couldn’t wait.
36
Seth
This was the absolute last place I wanted to be tonight. But when Claire came out of the bathroom wearing a skin-tight black tube dress, I found my feet moving. Over my dead body was I letting her go out looking like that without me.
After recruiting a few teammates, we’d snagged a couple of booths in the corner and sipped our water while Claire and her crazy girlfriends shook their arses out on the dancefloor. She wasn’t pissed yet, but I was pretty sure give her another couple of drinks, and I’d be carrying her out of here and holding back her hair.
I couldn’t blame her for wanting to blow off some steam. Yesterday all of her dreams had come true. Lachie, one of Jax’s friends, had offered her a full-time job in his brand-new salon. It was a fifteen-minute drive from my place, in a good area. And after I’d fucked the excitement out of her, Claire had laid in my arms gushing about the layout and the tiles and the mirrors and how amazing it was going to be. Lachie didn’t even seem to mind that she hadn’t finished her apprenticeship and offered to help get her over the line.
She tugged at her dress, pulling it up as it slipped down, I growled, not even realising I’d done it.
“Whipped much?” Angus asked, flagging down a passing waitress and ordering some food.
“Look at her. Wouldn’t you be?” My eyes were glued to Claire’s arse as it bounced along to the beat.
“Fair call. It’s a nice arse…”
“Keep your eyes to your fucking self,” I threatened, eyeballing Hamish over the top of my glass.
“Watch it, Hamish. Rookie’ll rip your arms off,” Angus reminded him. He wasn’t wrong. “So, you ready for this weekend?” Angus asked me, changing the subject.
“Yep.”
“I’ve gotta ask, what the hell was that yesterday?” Hamish asked, looking seriously intrigued.
“What was what?”
“Some of those moves you showed off? Where the hell have you been hiding them?”
“Ah. It was nothing.”
“Nothing! Nothing! I didn’t know you could do half that shit. And that shot from the sideline. The bend on that kick was fucking epic.”
“It was okay.”
“Okay! Okay! Angus, is this shit head for real?”
Hamish looked like his mind was blown. He had no idea. I’d shown them only a fraction of what was in my bag of tricks and the best thing was, they hadn’t hated it. They hadn’t even been pissed. Well, unless you took into account the fact that I’d been hiding them. Now the cat was out of the bag and I was going to have some fun.
“I was just having some fun. It’s a game, isn’t it? Games are supposed to be fun.”
“Winning is fun.”
“Yeah, but winning while you’re having fun is even better.”
“Perth aren’t going to know what hit them on Sunday.” Angus smirked.
“Why’s that?” I asked, wondering what I missed.
“Because they have no idea what’s coming. The fact that you haven’t even come on as a sub means your secrets are safe.”
“For now,” I added quickly.
A moment later, the table was buried under a mountain of deep-fried food. There were woodfired pizzas, hot chips, nachos, spring rolls, and delicious smelling smoky barbeque chicken wings. I snagged a wing, ignoring the fact it was burning my fingers and ate it quickly. When I’d stripped the bone bare, I dropped it on the plate and reached for a napkin. Before I could clean up the mess, a hand wrapped around my wrist and lifted my fingers to their mouth.
Claire sucked the sauce from my fingertips, and I groaned as my dick twitched. I knew exactly what she could do with that extremely talented mouth, and the memory alone had my jeans tightening painfully. Dropping into my lap, I gasped as her arse settled over my hard-on, and when she wriggled, I knew the evil minx knew exactly what game she was playing. A game that was going to get her sexy arse spanked if she kept it up.
Settling my hands on her hips, I tried to hold her steady as she stole a spring roll, wrapping her shiny pink lips around it. “Having fun?” I asked.
“Yep.”
Keeping my voice low, I didn’t need everyone to hear our conversation. “You look good out there.”
“Were you watching?” She smiled at me, fluttering her eyelashes. If she was trying to play innocent she was failing miserably. There was nothing innocent about the way her perky nipples were straining her dress making my mouth water.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? He couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off you,” Hamish dobbed. Obviously, we hadn’t been as quiet as I’d thought.
“Well, maybe you could get your hands on me and come dance with me.”
I didn’t dance.
Okay, it wasn’t so much that I didn’t dance as I couldn’t.
But with Claire looking as hot as she did and after spending the last hour watching the way she moved, I wasn’t about to let something as trivial as my inability to find a rhythm stop me from grinding against her.
Claire’s friend Beth, the one I’d decided was a bad influence on my girl appeared beside her carrying a tray of shots.
“No! No! No!” Claire protested quickly as Beth set the tray on the table.
“Come on, Claire. We’re celebrating. Don’t be a sook. Lick, sip, suck time.”
“Lick, sip what?” I asked not sure I’d heard them correctly.
Claire shifted in my lap, turning towards me. “Have you never played lick, sip, suck?”
“Am I supposed to have?”
“Do it, Claire! You have to. You have to show him how to do it and do it properly,” Beth encouraged, bouncing on her dangerously high heels.
“Dude, you’re fucked now.”
Geez! Thanks a fucking lot Hamish for the overwhelming support. Arsehole.
Without a word, Claire leaned forward and licked up the side of my neck.
“What the…”
“Trust me,” she murmured in a tone that went straight to my dick.
Tilting my head to the side, she picked up the salt shaker and shook it out. “Open,” she instructed before stick
ing a wedge of lemon between my lips. “Ready?”
Not having a fucking clue what I was supposed to be ready for, I nodded. Claire wouldn’t hurt me, and right now, the biggest worry I had was embarrassing myself when I nutted in my jeans from all the breathy pants she was making against my skin or the way she was rubbing against me, all the while playing coy.
“First, you lick.” Claire licked my neck, and I couldn’t stop the shiver as it raced up my spine. “Then, you sip.” She grabbed the shot glass and downed in it one mouthful, screwing up her face as she swallowed. “Then, you suck.” She dived forward and sucked the lemon out of my mouth before spitting it into her hand and shoving her tongue down my throat.
When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the booze flowing through her body or if she was as turned on as I was. Only one way to find out. Trailing my fingers along the smooth expanse of skin, I felt the goose pimples appear under my touch. Claire attempted to squeeze her thighs together as I reached the very short hem of her dress. Not one to be deterred, I crushed my mouth to hers in another demanding kiss before pulling back slightly and whispering against her lips. “Open.”
With her eyes never leaving mine, her legs fell open and my fingers found her centre. She was hot and wet. So damn wet. Her black lace panties didn’t stand a chance. Without waiting, I nudged the flimsy material to the side and thrust one finger inside without warning. Claire squirmed as she tucked her face in the crook of my neck. Her long blonde hair, falling like a curtain around her, hiding her from view.
Feeling her lips on my neck, she nipped and licked and sucked while I teased her. At first with one finger, then two. Her hips lifted, searching for the friction she desperately craved, and not wanting to be an arsehole, I flicked her clit earning me a moan that I felt in my balls. My very heavy, very blue balls. It was hard to imagine that barely hours ago, this girl had been on her knees sucking everything from me and here I was, desperate for more.
“Seth.” My name was a plea as it fell from her lips.
I could feel her pussy clamping down around my fingers. She was soaked. The scent of her arousal was stronger and more intoxicating than her perfume. As much fun as this was, the sane part of my brain, the only portion with blood flowing through there at the moment with the rest pooling in my groin, knew this needed to be over quickly.
I could’ve been a prick and pulled my fingers away, readjust her panties and leave her as desperate and as wanting as I was, but when she nipped at my ear, I knew I couldn’t do it. I wanted to make her come. Make her see stars. Coat them with her juices then lick them clean.
With my thumb, I strummed across her clit feeling her shiver in my arms.
“Claire,” I whispered.
She turned her head and took my lips in a needy kiss. Increasing the tempo, she crashed over the edge as I swallowed her moans.
When she pulled back, her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks rosy. With one final flick on her bean, I pulled my hand away, resetting her underwear back in place, trailing my finger down the inside of her thigh, proud of the sticky mess there. I’d done that. I was responsible. And I was fucking proud of myself.
Lifting my fingers to my lips, I licked them clean, and Claire shuddered at the sight. She was more delicious than any of the food filling the table.
Leaning over, Claire placed a chaste kiss on my lips, and all I could do was smirk. After everything that had just happened, now she was acting prim and proper. That might be the role she was playing but it was a damn good thing I knew better.
“I’m just going to go and clean up,” she whispered as she slid from my lap, smirking when she saw the wet spot on my jeans.
As she sauntered across the dancefloor towards the bathrooms on the other side of the club, my eyes didn’t leave her. What we’d done had been reckless. Stupid even. And it was the hottest moment of my life.
“Do I even want to know?” Angus asked, setting his phone back on the table.
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Suddenly ravenous, I grabbed a spring roll and took a huge bite. While Hamish went to the bar to get another round of drinks, we stuffed ourselves, laughing as we watched Claire’s brother Isaac try and pick up a girl in the tightest leather pants I’d ever seen. Good luck trying to get into them, mate.
“Where’s Claire?” Beth asked, leaning across in front of me to grab a slice of pizza, her boobs right in my face.
“She went to the bathroom,” I answered unable to keep the smirk from my lips.
“Yeah, but wasn’t that ten minutes ago?”
Shit! Was it? Surely it couldn’t be. I could still smell her on my fingers.
Leaping to my feet, I glanced down at Beth who was staring at me with confusion.
“Come with me,” I practically growled at Beth, grabbing her wrist and half-dragging her across the dancefloor. If Claire was in the bathroom, I couldn’t go in there, but I had no qualms about sending Beth in.
After getting bumped and knocked around, a beer was sloshed all over my leg, soaking through my jeans, we stepped out of the darkness into the harshly lit hallway. Hearing voices, I increased my pace hurrying towards the noise. Something in the pit of my stomach was screaming at me that this was all wrong.
“Get off me,” a voice I recognised declared forcefully.
“A slut like you wants it. Look at you. Dressed like a whore. Don’t act like you don’t…”
The disgusting drunk didn’t manage to get another word out before my fist connected with his jaw with a sickening crack.
37
Claire
Oh shit!
This was not good.
Seth grabbed me and dragged me towards him, tucking me under his arm as he glared and growled at the disgusting, stinky lump of guy bleeding on the floor at his feet.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here,” I told him, trying to drag him away.
Seth didn’t budge. He was like a hunk of granite standing there completely unmoving. Beside me, Beth tangled her fingers with mine.
“You okay?” she asked in a small voice.
Nodding, I hugged even closer to Seth. Was I okay? Physically yes. Emotionally, not a chance. But I was suddenly very sober.
The bouncer appeared, and I had a feeling things were about to go from bad to worse. Not that I thought that was possible. I hadn’t even seen him coming. After doing my best to clean up, I stepped into the hallway keen to get back to Seth. I was more than ready to dance, and I couldn’t wait to see what sort of moves Seth had up his sleeve. I had a feeling they’d be as down and dirty as he was.
“Who’s responsible for this?” He growled, pointing to the knocked-out arsehole on the floor.
The guy was intimidating as hell. He was at least a foot taller than me and his shoulders just as wide. His black shirt pulled tightly across his chest threating to split the seams.
“I am,” Seth admitted, stepping forward and tucking me behind him.
“No, he’s not. I did it. And I’d do it again. If someone put their hands on your sister, wouldn’t you knock the son of a bitch out?” Isaac challenged.
I hadn’t even seen Isaac appear, but suddenly the narrow hallway had me feeling more than a little claustrophobic.
“He’s lying. It was me.” Now it was Warner’s turn to own up to something he didn’t do.
Not to be outdone, Beth dropped my hand and went toe to toe with the burly bouncer as his eyes bounced from one of us to the other. “It was me. I knocked the prick on his arse.” The bouncer rolled his eyes. Probably not the right thing to do when Beth was full of booze and looking for an argument. “What? You think a girl couldn’t drop him on his arse?” she dared him to answer, pushing her chest out.
“All right. You can all stop trying to cover for me. I did it. Arseholes like him,” Angus offered, kicking the unconscious guy’s boot, rousing him, “think they can do whatever they want and get away with it. Well, not with my f
riends.”
“All right. All right. All of you. I suggest you all get the hell out of here and go home before I toss you all out.”
I wasn’t about to argue. It sounded like a great idea. Grabbing Seth’s hand, I led him through the crowd and out onto the street. I don’t think I took a breath until I was in Seth’s car, Beth safely in the backseat.
Seth slid behind the wheel and drove home in silence. I looked at Beth and she just offered me a shrug. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. After pulling into the car park, Seth turned off the ignition and jumped out, helping Beth from the backseat before rounding the car and taking my hand leading me towards the elevator.
“I’ll just order an Uber,” Beth offered.
“No. You can crash here tonight,” Seth replied gruffly, leaving no room for arguments.
I looked at Beth and could tell she wasn’t convinced, but like me, thought it was best to keep her mouth shut and just go along with the plan. As soon as we arrived at the door, Seth unlocked it and ushered us inside, going straight for the fridge, snagging himself a beer before handing each of us a bottle of water.
“Drink this otherwise you’re going to regret it in the morning.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you sure you want me to stay? I mean, I can just call a taxi or something.”
I hated that Beth was feeling uncomfortable and the only thing she wanted to do was run, not that I could really blame her. I wasn’t against the idea of bolting out the door right now either.
“Let me grab you something to change into and show you into the spare room,” I offered, leading her down the hall as Seth pushed open the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony.
I could see him beating himself up and even though I got it, I didn’t like it. He shouldn’t be. He wasn’t the one who’d done anything wrong. I just wished I could make him see that. Leaving him in peace for a moment, I got Beth settled before changing out of my dress into my favourite sleep shorts and one of Seth’s shirts I’d called dibs on a few weeks ago. He was delusional if he thought he was getting it back anytime soon. Or ever. Scrubbing the makeup from my face, I managed to get soap in my eye before I attacked my hair with a brush. For someone who wanted to be a hairdresser, I was awfully rough when it came to my own locks.
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